iris west-allen (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
eloquentness) wrote2017-03-25 04:41 pm
eloquentness) wrote2017-03-25 04:41 pm
Entry tags:
mask or menace | ic contact
"Hey, it's Iris. Leave a message!"
text | audio | video | in-person
"Hey, it's Iris. Leave a message!"
text | audio | video | in-person
ACTION.
she jots down that one word - hope - because it's succinct. it sums him up better than anything else she could ever say. ]
You're right on both counts, I think.
[ impartiality, out the window in 2.5 seconds. that has to be a world record. Iris stares down at that written out word - at hope and what it represents - before circling it again. ]
Central City believed in the Flash. They believed in you - and this world, this universe believes in you too. [ . . . ] I've seen it on social media. Your name's usually a trending hashtag.
[ she tilts her head, ] How does that feel, by the way? To be famous not just as the Flash but also as an imPort?
ACTION.
[ it shouldn't be surprising, given patty spivot's reaction to meeting him. but someone admiring his work is different to someone admiring … him. he's always chosen to hide in the shadows. perhaps it's what made hiding his secret identity so easy from most people … though, not all people happened to be iris. ]
[ crossing his arms against his chest, he raises his brow in a challenge. ] You're just trying to embarrass me. We're here to talk about the Flash, not Barry.
[ although, haven't they already discerned that they are one in the same? barry cannot exist without the flash … the flash cannot exist without barry. eobard thawne had travelled back in time to hurt barry allen, and thus hurt the flash. it isn't a thought that pervades him. instead, he thinks about how the flash has always come back to iris west, who has always been, without a doubt, the biggest part of his life as barry allen. ]
You want to know his favourite pizza toppings?
[ nice deflection, slowpoke. ]
ACTION.
[ Iris promptly presses her lips together, already mad at herself for stooping so low and taking the bait. Ninth grade stories were meant to be in the past, along with her inability to keep a neutral attitude and a solid, steady hand. She’s a gosh-darn professional, and professionals do not go around and embarrass their interviewees just because they feel like it!
(Though, she supposes, that's the danger in interviewing her best friend. She can't be impartial, no matter how much she wants to be.)
Iris breaks eye contact, glancing down at her interview guide and the notes she’s scribbled in the margins. “Pizza toppings” was not one of them. ]
Okay, fine. [ She sighs, though it’s certainly not of exhaustion so much as of her crushed hopes of being neutral and kind of professional towards her biggest fan and supporter. ] In an ideal world, what would the Flash put on his pizza? [ Quickly, she adds: ] Don’t you dare say pineapple.